The Wall Cloud
Walter P. Thederahn
With the ebbing of time,
It will take me back to the sea.
Scorpion, the Norseman's life,
Aurora Borealis,
no- Eldorado,
Yet,
August eyes!,
But seek the wall of clouds,
Dark, black clouds,
Holding the thunderbolts,
With echoing thunder- electrify,
The enfolding clouds.
Lighting flash,
Like northern lights.
White wall of clouds,
Of awesome might.
Still air then sudden rain,
Hail falls, this freezing vapor,
From the sky.
The windrose turning clouds,
Sets- twister from the sky.
Walter P. Thederahn was born Novemeber 3, 1930 in Brooklyn, N.Y. to German immigrants. As a young boy he started performing magic acts and later began to dabble in writing poetry. Walt was drafted to the Army during the Korean conflict where he earned his airborne wings in 1952. He served in both the 187th Regimental Combat Team and the 45th Infantry Division. Following his discharge he joined the family bakery business but left to enter the carpenter trade. He married and moved to Griggstown, NJ. The couple had four sons of whom he was very proud. He married his second wife, Mary, the mother of six children, in 1988. They settled in Mercerville, NJ spending many hours with their children who lived close by and traveling to visit their children who lived out of state. He retired from the Capentary Union, Local 1006 in 1992. Walt was a member of the International Brotherhood of Poetry and the Magician Ring of New Brunswick, NJ. He was active in the American Legion, Post 530 and two senior clubs in Robbinsville, NJ. Walter paseed away on October 31, 2009, the anniversary of the death of the famous magician Houdini.
How fitting I find his words this Sunday morning from carpenter, magician and poet as I capture...The Wall Cloud.
Walter P. Thederahn
With the ebbing of time,
It will take me back to the sea.
Scorpion, the Norseman's life,
Aurora Borealis,
no- Eldorado,
Yet,
August eyes!,
But seek the wall of clouds,
Dark, black clouds,
Holding the thunderbolts,
With echoing thunder- electrify,
The enfolding clouds.
Lighting flash,
Like northern lights.
White wall of clouds,
Of awesome might.
Still air then sudden rain,
Hail falls, this freezing vapor,
From the sky.
The windrose turning clouds,
Sets- twister from the sky.
Walter P. Thederahn was born Novemeber 3, 1930 in Brooklyn, N.Y. to German immigrants. As a young boy he started performing magic acts and later began to dabble in writing poetry. Walt was drafted to the Army during the Korean conflict where he earned his airborne wings in 1952. He served in both the 187th Regimental Combat Team and the 45th Infantry Division. Following his discharge he joined the family bakery business but left to enter the carpenter trade. He married and moved to Griggstown, NJ. The couple had four sons of whom he was very proud. He married his second wife, Mary, the mother of six children, in 1988. They settled in Mercerville, NJ spending many hours with their children who lived close by and traveling to visit their children who lived out of state. He retired from the Capentary Union, Local 1006 in 1992. Walt was a member of the International Brotherhood of Poetry and the Magician Ring of New Brunswick, NJ. He was active in the American Legion, Post 530 and two senior clubs in Robbinsville, NJ. Walter paseed away on October 31, 2009, the anniversary of the death of the famous magician Houdini.
How fitting I find his words this Sunday morning from carpenter, magician and poet as I capture...The Wall Cloud.
